Poor Girlie

Wednesday was a      day
Anxiety Range: 2-4
Depression Range: 2-4
Impulses: 3
Activity Level: 2
Light Time: 1 hr

It was a very stressful morning. Daughter was having hip pain Tuesday, which progressed into being unable to walk by Wednesday morning. Husband took her to Urgent Care to get an x-ray and exam. They thought she had broken her femur just below her hip, and sent them off to Childrens Hospital in St. Paul. I was very concerned and made arrangements for my grandma to watch Monster while I went to the ER there to offer my support.

Right away a doctor was on top of things, she viewed the x-ray that was taken at Urgent Care and threw out the diagnosis right away. Besides, fractures in this area is very, very uncommon in children. They had to take a blood sample, and I immediately knew it would involve a couple people holding her down and lots of screaming. They decided to put in an IV, which was probably a good thing, it would be easier to draw the blood. They taped her hand and wrist to a board to keep her from bending. The nurse held that arm while putting in the IV, a medical assistant laid across her body keeping her middle from moving, Husband held down her legs and I grabbed the other arm and her head so she couldn't look at what was going on. That was one little scared girl, even the nurse was put aback at the intensity of her initial screams. The ended up having to tape a washcloth over her entire hand and wrist so she couldn't see it. About every five minutes she asked for it to be removed.

There was a second x-ray done to compare both hips at the same time to look for swelling or displacement. The blood results came back with a diagnosis of infection. It could have been from a cold or cut or something that got infected and got into the blood stream, and for some reason stopped there. There is no treatment, just waiting for it to go away on its own, which is supposed to be just a few days.

Keeping a five yr old from wanting to bounce around and play was difficult, and I ended up giving up on a lot of things. By the end of the night, she didn't seem to be in a lot of discomfort, but did have some pain here and there. Husband was convinced that she should go to school Thursday, but I thought it may be too much walking and there is also a high likelihood of her over-exerting herself on the playground and aggravating the situation. We have an appointment Thursday at 2:00 with her normal doctor, but now (Thursday morning) it almost seems like she could skip this and be just fine. There are small risks of becoming septic or spreading and other things, but those are things we just have to watch for by noticing increased pain, fever and things like that.

I don't know if it was the stress of the morning or the fact that I did not get in any exercise, but my depression was at a lower level and I was feeling anxious all evening. Having lower esteem for the day, led to compulsive eating. That bucket of ice cream in the freezer just calls and calls for me.